The crown is fallen from our head; woe unto us! for we have sinned.
For this our heart is faint, for these things our eyes are dim;
For the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.
Thou, O HaShem, art enthroned for ever, Thy throne is from generation to generation.
Wherefore dost Thou forget us for ever, and forsake us so long time?
Turn Thou us unto Thee, O HaShem, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.
Thou canst not have utterly rejected us, and be exceeding wroth against us!